Players' NPC boss

Asgard Royal City, Headless Dwarf Workshop.

Under Marika's supervision, the dwarf Hawkins sweated profusely and completed the perfect shelter.

"No, why did I do all this?" The dwarf Hawkins held a hammer and stared blankly at Marika who was inspecting the shelter.

"Didn't you ask me for help? Shouldn't you provide me with convenience as much as possible?" Marika asked a soul torture, which made the dwarf Hawkins stunned.

That's right, why do people who are in trouble have to remain motionless like an uncle and watch the person who is helping busy? Logically speaking, the person seeking help should be the one who is in a hurry and contributes the most. After all, it is his own trouble.

"Don't you want to teach the dwarves skills along the way..."

"Strangers say that blacksmiths don't play with dogs."

"Damn strangers!" Although he has never been masked, the dwarf Hawkins's favorability towards strangers is so low that he will spit when he sees them.

"In the beginning, the Strangers still had a special enthusiasm for blacksmiths, but because the dwarves lacked wisdom and the profession could not advance, they gradually gave up." Marika explained for the Strangers. Of course, this was to prevent the dwarves from Hawking. Si really spits on strangers.

A rough guy like Dwarf Hawkins who spits at a stranger will definitely be hacked to death.

"Love! As long as there is love, powerful weapons can be created like a lottery!"

If dwarves regard the weapons they forged as their own children, then the dwarf Hawkins is quite unbearable now. He shouts that he can give birth to a powerful child if he wants to.

But looking at it from another angle, dwarves don't actually care whether the weapons they forge are powerful. They forge weapons everywhere indiscriminately and leave their skills in the world in the form of weapons and equipment.

It's a pity that the Strangers are a pragmatic party. If they can't create powerful weapons for trade, they would rather go fishing.

Malika checked the safety of the shelter and climbed inside. Just as she was about to light the bonfire, the dwarf Hawkins spoke.

"If you light that bonfire, you won't be able to return to your own world through death. You will be trapped here."

Marika didn't answer, but lit the bonfire directly.

The moment the orange flames rose up, it meant that Marika gave up the chance to leave here.

"Blaze will be here, and I will be here waiting for him and clearing the way for him." Malika stood up, her eyes reflecting the flames of the surrounding fire.

"Of course, if he is late, I will defeat the second-generation One-Eye myself."

"Are you kidding? No one can hurt the second-generation One-Eye without the Golden Bough of Life." The dwarf Hawkins' beard twitched a few times, which was probably a sneer.

"And you can't really kill the second-generation One-Eye by fighting. He will directly enter the [Hall of Valor], and the [Hall of Valor] is his territory, and he can come out easily."

"This is important information. In other words, if you want to defeat the second-generation One-Eye, do you have to destroy the [Hall of Valor] first?"

When Marika thought about it seriously, the dwarf Hawkins only thought it was ridiculous. If Malika wanted to learn the art of forging from now on and create a god-killing weapon under the eyes of the second-generation One-Eye, then he would only applaud Malika's courage.

But Malika is thinking about how to kill the god.

"You are just a dwarf, and blacksmithing is our job." The dwarf Hawkins persuaded him earnestly.

"Position?" These two words made Marika pause for a moment, then she asked, "Who decided this?"

"A lot." The dwarf Hawkins spread his hands, "ancient inheritance, the talent and instinct of the bloodline, the vision of the world, etc. This is not hundreds or thousands of years, but accumulation from the ancient era of gods until now. [Position].”

"Even if you are a dwarf, you should be able to detect it from the sight of the people around you."

Good at blacksmithing, the reborn parent of metal, and the family of flames, dwarves have many titles.

People would only describe dwarves as "born masters of blacksmithing". This can be said to be a stereotype, but it is extremely appropriate.

Even if the dwarves' wisdom is lost, dwarves are still the most powerful blacksmiths in the world. They only need to swing a few hammers to bring metal to life and become extremely powerful weapons.

As the old fairy tale goes.

The short and stout people wielded hammers in the flames. The sharp blades they sharpened could cut through dragon scales, the armor they forged could resist death, and the farm tools they forged could bring life to the barren land.

Perhaps before the strangers appeared, the only ones who felt pain for the dwarves losing their wisdom were the dwarves and the blacksmith masters who learned from the dwarves.

That is the pain of not being able to use your talents.

"As a knight and a warrior, you have limits, and you are completely unable to unleash your potential and talents. On the contrary, if you become a blacksmith, you have unlimited possibilities."

Dwarf Hawkins opened his hand, showing bundles of Gungnir behind him.

"The second-generation One-Eye did not take away my wisdom in order to allow me to forge Gangnir for him. I can transfer my wisdom to you and teach you the making method of Gangnir. When the time comes, you can Definitely protect more than you can protect now.”

The words of Dwarf Hawkins are very tempting, because dwarves are not a race that can speak well. They speak their minds, so what they say is so difficult to refute.

Seeing Marika's silence, Dwarf Hawkins struck while the iron was hot.

"Don't you want to wait for your friends to defeat the second-generation One-Eye together? Then instead of risking being discovered by the second-generation One-Eye and Valkyrie and exploring Asgard alone, why not rebuild the craftsmanship of the blacksmith here? Make equipment for your friends that is enough to fight against the second-generation One-Eye."

"You still have the profession of [Blacksmith], doesn't it prove that you know that you should become a Blacksmith?"

Dwarf Hawkins opened his hand towards Marika. There was a special item in his hand that could be used to give up his career.

The meaning of Dwarf Hawkins is very clear, give up several professions, and then forge weapons in this workshop to gain experience points until he can create the [Golden Bough of Life].

This is an extremely rare set of procedures to become a dwarf forging master, and you will also get the opportunity to forge Gungnir crafting secrets.

But Marika did not accept the prop for a long time. To be precise, Marika had no intention of accepting it and was not swayed at all by the words of the dwarf Hawkins.

"I don't want it. I don't want to be a dwarf in the eyes of others. I keep the [Blacksmith] just to remind myself not to forget that I was once confused."

This is the story of when she was not Marika the Red Dragon at that time, but just an ordinary resident of Balkan City.